#still thinking about what sun and moon would be

[capellla]

Why are you so attractive?

In this reading, we will look at why people finds you attractive. (I shared this reading before deleting my account, if it looks familiar, it's because you've probably read it before.)

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You attract attention with the clothes you wear and especially if you like low-cut, this pile is for you. Even if you don't wear low-cut clothes, your skin in the exposed areas of your clothes attracts people's attention. Especially red or polka dot clothes look good on you and reveal your femininity If you're a man, red makes you look sexier and more dangerous. You attract people not only with your clothes but also with your natural aura and movements. People are especially impressed when they see you talking about something and getting caught up in a topic. Apart from that, when you get bored with the subject and find yourself lost somewhere else and your eyes wander somewhere elss people find it attractive. You get carried away and people wonder what's going on in that beautiful mind of yours. As I said, people find your skin and skin color attractive. You may have soft and smooth skin or very light or dark skin. I think of Marilyn Monroe and women who radiate beauty like her. No matter what you do, there is something about you that shines and looks attractive. People find you very attractive when you don't give them what they want. Contrary to what they expect, besides your beauty, you are not stupid and you do not behave in ways that would humiliate yourself. You have great self-esteem and you do not underestimate yourself. Especially the opposite sex loses themselves in the face of your comfort and charm. I see a lot of people are obsessed with you. Your intelligence along with your indifference is very attractive to people. At the same time, apart from all these mind games (according to them you play with their mind), you are surprisingly natural and sincere . And that makes people more curious about you. "Like an angel fallen from the sky." I hear this. Wherever you go, you shine like the sun with your light and cheerful energy. Your every touch and every contact with people leaves a fire-like effect on them. Attractive and irresistible, easy-going but intelligent, in her own world but careful. This is you.

2

There's a fire inside you waiting to explode and it makes you irresistible. (Hello Aries moon zodiac signs) In addition to all this hot and strong side of you, you have soft and fluid touches like water and this drives people crazy. You are careful and bold and have leadership qualities, people find this very attractive. Especially your independence and ambition makes you very hot. All these flames also warm the hearts of those who need help. You have a beautiful and compassionate heart and this makes you attractive. Maybe you were once a person in need of help, and those of the opposite sex who know this are especially attracted to you. Many opposite sexes find you very valuable and attractive. Because there is self-confidence and determination in your eyes. People find you very attractive when you open up to them and share a little of your own vulnerable side. You don't let people into your life easily and you filter them deeply first. This smart and experienced side of you makes you irresistible. Despite all this wounded part of you that knows pain, you have dreams and you hold on to them. Maybe you still dream of a house overlooking the sea with a big veranda and the family you have. You don't realize it, but this lively side of you makes you incredibly attractive and human. You have a great diction and people get carried away while listening to you and can't stop thinking. You are good with words and you are attractive when you talk. (So many attractive word gosh) Even though you sometimes have outbursts of anger and find yourself in shame and regret, people love this passionate side of you. Because unlike many people, you feel deeply and that makes you rare. You have an indifferent and cold attitude towards people who you think do not deserve love and pity, and there are people who find this catching. Also a message for some of you, if you are thinking of becoming a parent and especially a mother in the future, you will continue to be attractive during that process and even after you become a mother. The clouds in your mind that do not disperse and everything that makes you who you are makes you attractive.

3

You are a born rebel, and you become more and more attractive with every step you take and every step you think you can take for the good of humanity. You have fears within yourself and you run away from yourself, and you focus all your attention on saving other people, and that makes you attractive in a way .Deep down you know that these fears are somehow guiding you and that you can actually overcome them. And all this insight makes you attractive. You have an adventurous side and (honestly, I get a vibe from you like women in action movies holding guns) people find that charming. If you fall, you get up, and if someone else falls, you pick them up from where they fell, even though you don't know them. And if that person doesn't even bother to thank you and trips people up, you won't hesitate to put a gun to his forehead. This is something that makes you attractive. And if a person is helpless but no one sees or feels him, you don't hesitate to bring him a glass of water. You don't care how you look in the eyes of those 'honorable' people. This makes you extremely alluring. You are always in your own world and you are not even aware of the opposite sex, despite all your sexy side you do not use this to your advantage and this makes you charming. People who truly know you can even move mountains for you. I hope you are aware of this image 3. Those who dare to know you can move mountains for you. You don't promise too much to people, you don't take on responsibilities that you can't handle, and that makes you attractive. You do not give yourself to the opposite sex easily, this is not about knowing your value or other things, but rather about your goal in life lying somewhere else. And that's why you're attractive. Also, some of you are good cooks, and that makes you incredibly attractive. Some of you have long black hair, if you have long black hair you can take that as an affirmation but of course you don't have to have it to suit you. Keep making risky and adventurous decisions in your life and it will lead you to good things...

4

I get two very opposite energies from this pile and this pile may not suit everyone. You attract people's attention because you are fearless. Being close to them and touching them doesn't scare you. People are drawn to your scent. You are fun but not selfish, you have physical relationships with people but you are not unfaithful. The close bond you establish with people makes you attractive. Your energy is dark yet fascinating, chaotic yet rich. You especially seduce people in bed. I have to say it. Maybe that's exactly why you can't love yourself and you feel bad, but you shouldn't. Your sensual side is a part of you. As long as you don't get attached to people and don't hurt yourself, you are free. You are free and that makes you attractive. But I still suggest you make sure you healed and focus more on growth. Rest assured, this will make you more attractive. Now I'm going to turn to the darker side. If it doesn't suit you, please stop reading or choose another pile. Stealing people's lights makes you attractive. Not giving people what they want and playing with them makes you attractive. The fact that you put yourself above everyone else makes you attractive. Looking at people with jealousy and with bad intentions makes you attractive. The fact that you never reveal your true intentions makes you attractive. But you should know that it doesn't make you smart and it won't get you anywhere. I hope that if you have read these parts, you can go far enough to have the courage to confront yourself. Good luck on your healing journey.

5

Maybe you don't realize it, but you turn everything you touch into gold. When people find you caught up in the flow of life, they can't stop wanting you. You are very attractive when you look at everything as if it were precious as gold and when you love the life in every aspect. You look very attractive while taking care of your flowers and plants, sewing your favorite torn dress, singing while cooking, doing your hair in a classic bun and cleaning the house. And I'm not exaggerating. The cards tell me this, so it's not a lie. You are attractive because you see life with golden eyes. You are golden yourself. You are attractive because you lift everyone and everything up and fill them with passion. You can achieve this even with your slightest different behavior. With your slightest sincerity. You give people a branch to hold on to, you instill life itself in them. You are like an idea in the wasteland, the idea of ​​searching for water. You look very impressive when your hair waves in the wind. But when you don't feel like pulling them off your face. People find you attractive when you look at life with your philosophical eyes, when you are buried in books, when you examine people from afar, when you dance with them. People are drawn to you when they see how comfortable you are around them (whether you really feel that way or not) and how you are yourself. People find you attractive when they see you in your ordinary casual clothes. When you spread your empathy to everyone and everywhere, the visible beauty of your heart makes you charming. You look attractive whenever you never tire of instilling truth and goodness in people.You are attractive because you are unexpected, especially surprising to the opposite sex. I say this sincerely, with your beauty that is your own and that opposes and screams beauty patterns, every part of you that makes you rare in every way makes you extremely attractive. I hope you are aware of this or that one day when you look in the mirror your golden eyes can see this...

6

Your face has a natural and innocent beauty. You respect people in all situations and offer them the right to express themselves. You have a touching heart, and reflecting your beauty is something you can't help. All this makes you impressive and attractive. You don't stop reciting your prayers even when no one hears you or bothers to look at your face, this makes you attractive. When eyes that can see depth are directed towards you, your beauty is revealed. No matter what, you never give up on your personality, character and existence. Even if the devil wraps his hands around your body and tries to seduce you. This makes you attractive. You are delicate like a flower petal and strong like a warrior, this makes you attractive. Your never giving up, your determination, and your efforts to cope with life are admirable and your spiritual guides are proud of you. And it also makes you attractive.Your quirky and funny side makes you attractive no matter how hard you try to hide it from people. I see a city carefully crafted and honed. This city represents you. There are so many places to go and see. You have many facets and depths to see. It is covered with golden patterns all over. Every feature of you reflects golden lights. Even the lion kings respect you for your power. And this does not go unnoticed by people.You offer people everything you have, all your love, all your loyalty, and it makes you incredibly irresistible.You make life feel like a celebration. People love you sincerely and are happy when you are around them. Your endless curiosity about people makes you attractive. People can't help but notice your light. A light shines like a ring above your head, attracting attention wherever you go. And finally, your depth like the sea and oceans makes you attractive.

[grooveology]

. . . haha . . . imagine being tashi's childhood best friend, growing up beside her and getting into stanford together . . . meeting patrick and art then she starts dating patrick but reader is never left out (and neither is art) hmmm why does patrick wrap his arms around readers waist?? why does tashi smile at the sight??? why is art so touchy with tashi AND in front of patrick??? why are you all so affectionate?

i may have gone a bit overboard, but i did kind of forget about tashi x art sorry ): hope this gives your genius thoughts justice!!

you and tashi? the epitome of the sun and moon, two peas in a pot—but with way more codependency than either of you would admit to. you were attached by the hip. how could you not be? you grew up together, lived on the same street, went to the same school, and eventually went to the same university. you were each other's first kiss, first makeout, first homoerotic friendship! it was only natural for you two to share boyfriends–friends. you aren't sure how it happened, but one night you both meet patrick zweig and art donaldson (although, they were both on your radars way before the party.) the boys immediately take an interest in you and tashi, inviting you over to their hotel room. surprise, surprise, you both make an appearance.

patrick shares his touching story about teaching art how to jerk off and suddenly tashi gives you a look and you can't help but burst into laughter. okay, alright, maybe you were a tad bit drunk. you snort, laugh, and then, before you can stop yourself, the words slip out.

"that reminds me of the time when tash offered to give me kissing lessons."

tashi, unfazed as ever, takes a casual sip of her beer and grins.

“well, you were nervous about kissing guys,” she says, her tone maddeningly matter-of-fact. “you needed all the help you could get.”

you groan, burying your face in your hands. "tash—oh my god.”

now, it was patrick who bursts out laughing, nearly spilling his drink. “wait, wait. are we talking, like, full-on tutorial?”

“shut up,” you mutter, cheeks burning. “it wasn’t like that.”

oh, but it was!

art is too amused by the conversation to say anything, but you can feel him watching. his pretty blue eyes flicker between you and tashi, it's almost like he’s taking mental notes on this whole conversation.

"what?” you snap, more defensive than you mean to be.

art’s grin widens just a fraction, and he takes a sip of his beer, shrugging. “nothing. just… you two are close. closer than most."

you don’t know how to respond to that, but tashi, of course, doesn’t miss a beat.

“so are you two,” she says casually, her eyes flicking toward the beds shoved together at the center of the room.

and somehow, just like that, the room shifts. one thing leads to before you know it, your lips are on tashi’s, soft and searching, the taste of beer and laughter still lingering in her mouth. patrick’s mouth finds art’s, and the sound—a soft, startled hitch of breath—pulls your attention for half a second. you glance over, catching the way art’s hand curls around patrick’s neck, pulling him closer.

and then, somehow, art’s lips are on yours. the shift happens so naturally it barely registers—his mouth is soft, he's not rushing, instead, he's savoring as if he's trying to memorize the feel of you.

besides you, patrick’s mouth crashes against tashi's with urgency, his kisses hungry, almost desperate, as though he’s been holding back all night and finally let the dam break.

since that night, things changed—with art now attending stanford alongside you, and patrick going pro (yet he always found a way to visit) the four of you only grew closer.

patrick and tashi were the first to make it “official.” you’d think that would’ve made you the third wheel but no. it was the opposite. they invited you and art to their dates. your opinion mattered—on everything. what they wore, where they went, what they ate.

you and art? you were “friends.” friends who held hands when no one was looking—or even when they were. friends who kissed each other at parties or on lazy afternoons when the sun hit his dorm room just right.

and then there was patrick. it didn’t matter that he was tashi’s boyfriend—there were nights when his mouth found yours instead, kisses that were playful but lingering, his hand never failing to slip to your waist.

tashi never seemed bothered. if anything, she found it amusing. eventually, she’d roll her eyes, a small smile twitching at her lips. "he’s a sloppy kisser, isn’t he?” she’d say, tone so casual it could’ve been about the weather.

"i'm a great kisser." patrick would shoot back defensively, pulling away from you.

“sure,” tashi would reply, deadpan, her eyes cutting to yours like she was about to make a point. she’d tug you away from patrick and kiss you herself—wolfishly and possessively.

when she pulled back, her lips still brushing yours, a small smirk played on her face as she turned her attention to patrick, just as quickly, her gaze shifted back to you. her smirk softened into something almost affectionate—almost.

"i’m the better kisser,”

oh, and patrick and art? they were affectionate with each other too, in their own way. patrick was never shy about grabbing art’s thigh in the middle of a conversation, drawing lazy patterns. and art had his ways of showing care—kissing patrick’s head or brushing a soft kiss against his lips whenever he had to leave for a tennis match.

despite it all, though, you and tashi were the closest.

when patrick was away, you made sure to take care of her, her legs would part for your fingers found her cunt, moving slowly at first, then deeper, curling just right until soft gasps turned into desperate moans that filled your shared dorm room.

“tashi, you look so pretty." you murmured, your lips brushing her neck as she arched beneath you, her head tilted back, her breath hitching as your thumb found her clit, drawing lazy circles that sent her spiraling.

and tashi? she had her ways, too. every morning, she’d wake you with a kiss, her lips brushing yours softly and every night, she’d kiss you again—she’d press you up against the wall, her breath warm against your skin as her hands pushed down the shorts you’d “borrowed” from her.

her fingers found you easily, sliding between your thighs, drawing out a gasp as her lips trailed down your neck. “mine,” she’d murmur against your skin, a claim as much as a reminder.

at the end of the day, it was always you and her. the boys were just playthings, distractions from the way her nails dug into your skin, the taste of her on your lips, the way she said your name like a prayer. you were hers, and she was yours—always.

[lieslab]

And if I could give you the moon, I would give you the moon

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Pairing: Kim Seungmin X gn reader

Summary: Seungmin comes home from work and finds you sick.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.2K

A/N: I think deep down, I will always believe that Seungmin would secretly be so soft and down bad for his significant other and this is proof of that.

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Delirious was an understatement. Pressure built along your sinuses and it built up in your head. Every beautiful thing that once was fell away and crumbled into dust. Not really, but that’s what it felt like. 

Breathing hurt and your lymph nodes pulsed. Each breath through your mouth was a horrible and terrible reminder of the aching in your bones. Winter was a curse and you longed for the warmth of the sun. The skies crusted over with gray and that bright blue disappeared weeks ago. 

Usually, your bed was your happy place. Every day after work, you came home and threw yourself onto it. A smile appeared on your face as you sank your head into your fluffy pillow. What a blessing it was to be able to come home and just rest. As if the past eight hours hadn’t occurred and everything was okay again. 

You loved your bed, but you hated it now. You hated your bed when you were sick. Too congested to find that happiness and too groggy to grasp your head around reality. You thought you could sleep through it all, but your body refused to shut down. 

Your limbs ached and the muscles strung throughout your legs quivered as you swayed. Standing up to use the bathroom was like fighting on the front lines of war. The room twisted and turned, your head spun, and gravity ceased to exist. Everything spiraled out of control and that’s when you hit the ground with a loud thud. 

You were certain a warm bath could help you, but your body had other plans. You didn’t know how long you laid on the beige carpet. Your cheek pressed into the scratchy fabric tendrils. Your eyes slipped shut and the world went dark. 

Seungmin knew you weren’t feeling well. He knew it this morning when you got up. Instead of making breakfast like you usually did, you pulled out your phone and called your manager to announce your absence. Even if you enjoyed your job, you couldn’t bear it like this. 

He wouldn’t admit it to you out loud, but all day, he had been worried about you. He found himself looking more and more at the clock rather than paying attention to the lyric sheet in front of him. It was incredibly rare, but what else could he do? 

His text messages to you went unanswered and it wasn’t a surprise. When you were sick, you were sick. You barely got on your phone and spent most of your time sleeping. He figured you’d be back at your shared apartment sleeping, but he didn’t expect to find you on the bedroom floor. 

You were curled up in a ball. Your arms were wrapped protectively around yourself and his heart fluttered. Even when you were pale and had chapped lips, you were still utterly adorable in his eyes. 

Before he dared to try to awaken you, he pulled out his phone. Crouching down to get closer, he took a photo and quickly plopped down beside you. Your name softly left his mouth as he gently shook your shoulder. 

Tangled in the abyss of fever dreams and haze, you didn’t respond. He called your name once more and shook you a little harder. Your eyes didn’t flutter open until you felt the back of a hand pressing against your forehead. 

Your sleep encrusted eyes opened and you groggily found your boyfriend’s eyes. He tipped his head and pushed his face closer. “Hello?” His pointer finger gently tapped against the center of your forehead. “Anyone in there?” 

Your head shook slightly and your eyes shut again. He sighed and leaned back on his knees. “You kind of look pathetic like this, it’s cute.” 

Your voice came out scratchy and hoarse. “You think I look cute?”  

“Yeah, but don’t take it to heart too much. You sound like you’re on the verge of death.” He pushed himself up and held a hand out to you. “Come on, let’s get up.” 

“Nuh-uh.” Your eyes remained shut. “I just wanna lay here. I don’t feel good.” 

“Believe me, I know. I know you don’t feel good, but you can’t stay on the floor all night. Why are you on the floor anyway?” 

“I got too hot and too dizzy.” 

“Did you pass out?” 

“The world went dark.” 

“Oh, for fucks sake,” he mumbled. A hand went through his hair and he let out a soft sigh. “We’ve got to get you off the floor and get your fever down.” 

“I think I’ll just let death take me.” 

He shook his head, squatted down, and scooped you up. “Not on my watch. You’re not allowed to die until I kill you. I say that today isn’t your last day on this earth.” 

“Put me out of my misery.” 

He ignored your whining and grumbling. Instead, he carried your feverish frame into the bathroom. Your head slipped against the warmth of his chest. He smelled like home; some scent consisting of faint peppermint and tea tree oil. The walloping of his heart was too comforting to pull away from. 

You didn’t fight it as he set you on the marble ledge of the sink, but you didn’t help him out either. Your forehead remained buried in the soft fabric of his shirt. He glanced down with his arms around your body. “Are you still alive?” 

“Unfortunately.” 

“You’re very silly when you’re sick. Come on, sit up.” 

“Don’t wanna.” 

“But you’ve gotta.” 

“Nuh-uh.” 

“Yes-huh.” 

“You just wanna see me naked.” 

“Actually, I just want to get my significant other a nice warm bubble bath. I was thinking maybe some kind of essential oil to set the mood. Doesn’t that sound good?” 

Your head instantly went up. His mouth quirked up in a half-smile. With your eyes shut, you lifted up your heavy arms. “Peppermint?” 

“If you let me help you out of your clothes, I can do that.” 

“You’re too good to me sometimes.” 

“I’m just doing what you can’t do. I know your sick routine. We’ve been dating for over a year. How could I not know?” 

His words tugged on your heart. Love filled your feverish limbs and you fought off tears. He paused with his fingers wrapped around your wrist. “Are you sniffling?” 

“I’m emotional.” 

“Because you’re sick?” 

“Because I love you.” 

“Oh.” Blush filled his cheeks and he continued undressing you. He was gentle with you. Soft praises filled the air as he expressed admiration for each exhausting move. 

The sound of rushing water filled the air. He added a capful of bubble bath and a few drops of peppermint essential oil. Once he was sure the temperature was right, he helped you put your legs over the tub and made sure you were carefully lowered. 

Warmth rushed over your legs and sat at your stomach. He sat on his knees, grabbed a cup from the side, and filled it full of water. “You can just stay there and look pretty while I wash your hair, okay?” 

You hummed. The white bathroom lights were too bright in this state. He turned off the overhead light and kept on the light over the sink, but it was still too much. You hated being this fragile in front of him, but he didn’t mind. He never minded when it came to you. 

It wasn’t often that he found himself growing attached to people, but he found himself attached to you. You snuck into his heart one day and carved out a grave. No matter what he did, you were stuck there. At first, he hated it, but he grew to enjoy it. 

Not only did you provide companionship, but you also made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. He wasn’t the best at communicating his feelings, but you didn’t mind. In fact, even when he wasn’t speaking them, you always picked up what he needed. You knew what to say and how to say it. 

It was one of the hundreds of reasons why he loved you. Despite going to work and growing sweaty in dance practice, straining his voice during recording, and not feeling the best during a photoshoot; this time spent with you was irreplaceable. 

Even if you didn’t feel good, he could still be here with you. He couldn’t heal the sickness you were stuck with, but he could make you feel clean. He could make you feel wanted and he could get rid of that grimy and greasy sick feeling. It wasn’t much, but it was enough that it made you feel more comfortable. 

You softened the edges of his heart, whether you knew it or not, he didn’t know. Your conversations were slathered in bad jokes, sarcasm, and empty threats. Sure, he could be a pain in your ass at times, but that’s why you loved him. 

It was easy to feel cranky and unlovable when sick. On the floor, when you were alone, all you had was loneliness and a spiking fever. Now that Seungmin was taking his time while washing your hair, you felt somewhat human again. 

A soft hum left your lips while he worked. He made sure to cup his hand over your forehead and gently tilt your head back, so water didn’t get in your eyes. First, he lathered in the shampoo and then he rinsed it out. 

You couldn’t see it with your eyes closed, but admiration sat in his eyes. Imagining a life without you was impossible. He could do this every day for the rest of his life and not once would he complain. 

The conditioner soon followed. Both were a floral scent that you enjoyed. The pads of his fingers worked against your scalp. From the back of your neck, behind your ears, to the front of your crown, he made sure your hair was full of conditioner. 

“Seungmin?” 

“Yes, dear?” 

“What did you do today?” 

“What did I do today?” He stared at your pale face with a rare type of fondness. He stared at you the way that a kid stared at the moon. 

How easy it was to believe that the moon was a child’s personal protector and only guardian. When you’re young, it’s not the same moon that celebrities and royalty have cast wishes upon, it only exists for you. It is your own powerful tool and a hidden deity in the darkness. 

You’d never fully know that you were his moon. He’d never fully know that he was your sun. Stuck in your ways, neither of you would ever truly believe that you were exactly what the other wanted. You’d always say you believed, but prayers without faith were just empty words. 

“Today, I was an idol. I filmed content and recorded new songs. I tripped and nearly fell on my face in dance practice. The guys all laughed at me and if you were there, you would have too.” 

It was easy to imagine. He had a knack for being a klutz at times. A silent smile crept across your face. Did he know how much you enjoyed his brutal honesty? 

“What was your favorite part of your day?” 

“The parts when I come home and get to come back to you.” 

“But today?” 

“It’s my favorite part every day.” 

There was shuffling and the sound of a cap popping open. You stayed quiet as he began to quietly wash your body. After the silence grew too still, he began singing the latest song that he had been writing. It wasn’t a spoiler if the song was technically about you. 

When he finished rinsing off your body, he gently pulled you up and wrapped you in a towel. You sucked in a deep breath and finally opened your eyes. Your sleepy eyes met his dark ones. 

“Seungmin?” 

“Hmm?” 

“I love you.” 

He didn’t respond. Instead, he helped wrap your body in the soft velvet robe that he bought for your birthday. He wrapped your hair in another towel and began to dab it dry. 

He never responded, but you didn’t mind. You stayed quiet and let him work. Once he was certain your hair wasn’t soaked, he pulled the towel away. “Are you hungry?” 

“Not really.” 

He squatted and gently picked you up bridal style. Your head fell back against his chest. When he placed you in the bed, you crawled up into your own side. He padded after you and pulled you close. You should have lectured him about risking his own health for yours, but you knew that he wasn’t going to have any of it. 

Soft lips pressed against the center of your temple. A soft sigh escaped your lips and you curled your body towards him. He gently tugged you closer and wrapped his arms around you. Once you were comfortable enough, you let your head begin to drift.

He watched you and kept an eye on your breathing. When he thought you were fully asleep, his lips went to the top of your head. “I love you.” His verbal affection slipped out with ease. It was always easier when you were asleep, you couldn’t tease him that way. 

He’d never know that you heard him. You always heard him. You never fully let yourself fall asleep until you heard his soft admissions of love. It made your heart melt and turn to a goo. To hide the smile that threatened to form, you nuzzled into his chest. 

He wrapped an arm around your waist and finally let himself drift asleep too. 

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Like a month old but i still like it lol

I love the three so much I'm thinking though of adding more of their animal features in the future along with the other angels

Anyways little yap under cut again

As I said some stuff was subject to change such as their names tho really mixed on it:

Lucifer Morningstar

Michael Eclipstar

Gabriel Eveningstar

Mike and Gabe keep the same context of their names

Michael is named eclipstar cuz he represents the solar eclipse (black hair but still glows if you get me :’) eclipse at represent a disruption of the natural order and new beginnings. When he’s there, something is up and needs to be dealt with kinda like with the apple and fell. So… was his name kinda profetic? Unfortunately just like his job… But it mainly means he just protects the world from external threats as before and just like an eclipse does a big sweep of earth then goes back to doing his thing elsewhere. He’s not supposed to have as much contact of earth as his brothers do. Also eclipses are scary (just like him <3)

Also I’m changing it cuz I like the sun, eclipse and moon dynamic lol

Here are some headcanons (some on the fence abt) both miscellaneous and about the trio some of these I have stated b4 though:

Lucifer pre fall did not have sharp teeth but he carried out this bucked hamster tooth thing

Michael of course was training an army before the fall or at least had some sort of troops. Under his wing were Azrael, Cassiel, and Satan. Mike was the one to introduce Lucifer to Satan as someone to help teach him to fight when he couldn’t teach him. Lucifer really wanted to learn because even back then he was a thin little stick between Michael and Gabriel

Gabriel is very interested in the foods that humans create primarily because he gets hungry from flying so much. When watching over Eden he’d sneak some fruits (he was also means he was friends with beelzebub who dealt with the fruit in Eden before her fall)

When all of his siblings form Michael felt extremely off about his role as the sword and just because he didn’t fully grasp the purpose of his existence to fight because why would you when everything is perfect. When Lucifer fell and fought back against heaven his first target was Michael and upon being charged at he was hit with a horrified realization that this might have been the reason- someone that was worthy to be Lucifer’s equal would be the one to defeat him which does prompt a hell lot of questions in his mind but let that baby suppress his issues there’s a war to fight (very on the fence about this one)

Also VERY on the fence about this one but for cutting off his wings, lucifer blinds Michael and makes Gabriel mute so they all lose something in the end. Plot wise it would representative of Michael staying blind and Gabriel staying shut about their brother’s behavior, trying to solve it and shut it down themselves though that does sound poo poo

All three are really good at certain types of transformation magic. Lucifer is good at turning it into other creatures, Gabriel’s really good at turning into what are considered classical elements such as water, wind, light shadow etc etc, Michael is really good at turning into objects but mainly does weapontry

Michael takes very good care of his body under the belief that “your body is your best weapon” and he means that quite literally. Michael was made to be a weapon, from his wings to his blood to his everything. He’s got bones of steel his wings can turn into blades and blood of angelic steel. As a very last resort he can mutilate his body parts for weapons

Lucifer used to pluck Michael and Gabriel’s feathers to use as pens rather than his own. Mike was chill but Gabriel would have a very physical reaction to getting his wings plucked and would often chase Lucifer for a hot minute

Scientifically might not make any sense but Gabe liked to tuck the earth for it's bedtime (he's the moon and tucking in meant brining high tide to eden idk it sounded cute)

Lucifer liked making arts and crafts stuff with his, Mike and gabes feathers. All three of them keep some sort of craft item lucifer made to this day

Michael turned into a sword that Gabriel used in battle (combo that gods sword and gods strength and they’re almost unstoppable)

When they weren’t fighting, Gabe and Lucifer were serious prankers in their day the terrible two they were only stoppable by Michael.

They fight over the best breakfast food. Luci thinks it’s pancakes, Mike thinks it’s waffles, and Gabe thinks it’s crepes

Gabriel and Lucifer are very similar, having been very active, very loud, and very nosy. Very similar in personality, and you'd think they'd get along well. However, both managed to fight a lot in their youth about little things, and it only got worse when gods will and free will got on the table with Eden. Like two ends of a magnet, they may look the same, but together, they just do not vibe most of the time. Both are dorky, but think like jock vs. nerd in how they carried themselves it’s not that clear, but you can kinda get the idea (Mike is the one that both get along with really well)

Mike is the mediator and more often than not takes Gabriel’s side, primarily because Lucifer’s ideas were threatening to the perceived “Plan” but that served to make Lucifer to feel incredibly isolated at times, even more so when Eden rolled around and more fights started

Mike tended to be the middle man when neither Luci or Gabe wanted to not talk to each other directly

Post fall, Mike and Gabe had two different ways of coping. Mike mourned Lucifer, and Gabriel started hating on lucifer and blaming him instead(he might have started a whole gossip train after that high key was propaganda againt hell he just had so much hate in his very hurt heart)

They often slept in a brother pile even after arguments cuz at the end they only really had each other. They tend to sleep in birth order so Mike is the middle most of the time though when Lucifer and Gabe would get into a really bad fight Mike would let one of them sleep in the middle instead so they could huddle together and silentky make up

Their favorite activity used to fly centipedes style where one would take the lead and the others would grab onto each others legs and fly up and down like waves

Despite being middle child, Mike felt very responsible over his two more chaotic brothers. He sometimes feels like he’s the older brother

Also here is Lucifer and Gabriel cuz they are silly and funny. They have a history of just hating on each other

[blanceyblance]

On Lance and Keith, and the water/fire and sun/moon dynamics

Saw a post talking about how Lance and Keith are actually more like the other's element and is a really interesting but I found myself disagreeing though I didn't want to argue in OPs post.

I remember there was a part that said that Keith had to mold himself for survival, and, for what I remember, Keith very much does NOT do that.

Someone who molds himself to fit better would have gone into the Garrison to become a model of a perfect cadet, instead Keith is rebellious, and is not afraid of confrontation. He challenges Iverson and fights James and doesn't care if he makes an enemy out of the rest of the other cadets. They don't like it? sucks to suck because he is that good and he knows he is good.

In that same Garrison flashback, Lance actually tells Keith that if Keith keeps messing around he will be stuck as a cargo pilot, Lance tries to follow instructions, molds himself to be a good cadet because that's what is expected for him to be a fighter pilot, only that, things don't go that way, Keith is the one becoming a fighter pilot instead.

Even in his role as Black Paladin, Keith doesn't mold himself as much as he grows into it, like a flame growing to consume space.

Keith is a very straight forward guy, and rarely if ever, tries to hide his feelings, he is very sincere in what he does and means and he does things because he thinks is the best for everyone.

Take leaving the team for the Blades, while I do think he also did it so Lance didn't have to feel left out, I think he also did it so he could go and find more about his origins and himself, making what he thought was the best decision for both the team and himself.

What i'm trying to say is that t I never got the impression that Keith was afraid of showing himself. Just like a fire that doesn't change itself to fit in one place. He can be abrasive and powerful and hurtful like a wildfire and can also be warm and comforting and protective from the harsh circumstances like a fireplace. The presentation is the same, he just needed to learn to channel it better.

And that's why I think Lance had a bone to pick with him, or at least one of the reasons.

The previous description fits Lance to a tee, he can be downright mean and bitchy when he wants but also will give you friendly words and comfort when needed. Just like water can be overpowering and traitorous like the ocean while also bringing life and cleansing.

The thing is that while Keith didn't feel the need to mold for others, Lance does it with a lot of ease.

Being either a friendly welcoming face for the aliens they encounter, an emotional support for his team, a goodball to lift spirits for his friends, or a right hand man to two different leaders.

There is a reason he was usually referred as a jack of all trades just like Blue, not the tankiest or the fastest but it will be hard to find a place he won't be able to fill.

That's also while I support the sun Keith/moon Lance dynamic.

No matter how emo or mysterious he is, Keith shines bright not caring who may end up burning on his path, he is powerful and brilliant and good luck trying to ignore that. He burns but knowing he exists gives you hope for a new day. "He is the future" just like Lance said.

While Lance is the moon, who is always the same but will take on different faces depending the situation, the fact that you can stare directly at him doesn't mean he is letting you see the full picture. He shines in the dark offering guide in hard times but also caring for his team from afar as the resident sniper. Nurturing and kind, always tied to the waters and Earth.

They are still very similar, that's why they are a duo but I still think Keith at his core is fire just like Lance's is water.

And also to spread the Sun Keith/Moon Lance agenda.

[midnight-mourning]

Mistletoe Mishaps

❄️❄️Midnight's DCA December Day 1❄️❄️

Hello!

Sorry to post our starting point so late today, had some family things come up that needed taken care of, but all good now! Hope you all enjoy, had a good bit of fun with this ^_^

Prompt: OFF DCA AU Moon finds holiday related items (cough cough mistletoe) and is trying to get the player alone for smooches but UH OH! Sun is not happy. Hijinks ensue

Word Count: 2200 (i know i said 1000-2000 but it be like that sometimes chat what can i say >_<

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You watch as Sun falls the last spectre, turning to you for what to do next.

"Good work, that should be the last few in this area." You check your inventory, and toss him a few luck tickets. 

He nods. "Thank you, Friend. Shall we move on to the next then?"

Sun's words have an edge of excitement to them, and while you hate to put a damper on his good mood, you feel exhaustion setting in.

"Let's take a break, all this walking has tired me out,"—you pull out the zone map you'd scribbled out, since even that was beyond your abilities as the Player to see—"Is there anywhere to rest nearby? Like, a hotel or something?"

You know your Batter didn't need sleep. Whatever he was, it was beyond the needs for the task. You however, despite being pulled into this world, were still limited to your basic human needs. That included sleep, and food. Though, you weren't particularly fond of your options regarding that second one so far, but you've made do. 

You realize Sun's just staring at you. "A... hotel?"

Right. You forgot that he would have no idea what such a thing was. Your usual method of getting rest was finding a comfortable looking section on the metal ground and laying down. Though, you'd usually wake up and be laying on Sun in some way. He never said anything, and would ignore your thanks when you gave it, but you still said it regardless.

"You know what? We'll just figure it out along the way, come on," you start walking in a random direction, knowing he won't be far behind.

He nods, falling in step with you quickly. "Of course, I'll always follow your lead, Sunshine."

As you're walking, a rare breeze passes by, causing you to shiver and clutch your arms. You'd noticed that the weather here was relatively unclimactic. Neither warm nor cool, save for this very moment.

"Are you alright?"

Glancing up, you see Sun is watching you intently. 

You smile, but another breeze passes by and cringe. "I'm alright, just, surprisingly cold,"—you laugh—"It's funny, if I still understand time correctly, this would be around when the weather gets colder and snowy where I'm from."

Your Batter tilts his head, but says nothing. 

"Like, you know, snow. White, cold, falls from the sky—okay I can see that I'm losing you here, never mind." You sigh. Sometimes, Sun's lack of knowledge about things was endearing, cute even. A being as powerful and—admittedly—terrifying as him being absolutely clueless to what swan rides were and why you loved the Pedalos so much was a bit hilarious. 

As you feel his confused stare stay with you as you continue your journey through Zone 2 however, you could argue that sometimes, sometimes it was not.

You turn the corner and are surprised to see a crudely painted stand set up. It's usual masked owner is standing behind it, head propped up in one hand, unchanging lazy grin ever present. 

You smile, "Hi Moon, fancy seeing you here."

"Hello dear, Player. Might I interest you in my wares today? I think they might pique your interest greatly." He chuckles. 

Before you can speak up, Sun interrupts, "We don't have time for you. My Player is tired and needs to rest in a,"—he pauses—"Hotle?"

"Good try, bud, but not quite." You turn back to Moon, nodding, "Let's take a quick look."

Moon claps, "Excellent!"

Sun makes a noise beside you but you ignore it, instead stepping closer to take a look. 

You're surprised to find Moon's usual supplies missing. Instead replaced by a hat, a scarf, and—

"Mistletoe?" You ask. 

Moon tilts his head, "Hm? Oh, it that what it is? I wasn't too sure myself."

Sun scoffs, but you're focused on the fact that Moon just has, copious amounts of mistletoe. No new upgrades, no luck tickets or silver flesh, not even a speck of meat. Which, that last one you're fine with.

"Where did you find all this?" You ask, picking up a bundle and holding it high to examine it further.

"Oh... around."

At this you look up, but Moon's expression obviously gives nothing away. Still, you chuckle lightly at the idea of the shopkeeper stumbling upon a mistletoe bush here of all places. 

You twist the small plant in your hands, still very fresh. "Really? That's interesting. I take it you have no clue what it stands for?" 

You'd assume that much like Sun, Moon had no knowledge of the world beyond his. Though, he and The Judge had hinted at knowing more in the past, but nothing past that. 

"Of course I do, who wouldn't know such a piece of treasured, holiday symbolism?"

Had you been paying attention, you would have noticed the shared glare between your item vendor and your Batter. 

"Treasured is a bit of a stretch." You laugh, looking back to him now.

Moon leans in closer, only a few mere inches apart "So, anything catch your eye, my friend? Anything in particular?"

"Well—" Before you can give a proper response, Sun is in front of you, arm up protectively. 

His eyes are narrowed, smile strained as he speaks, "We really must be going now, right, Starshine?"

If he's trying to tell you something, you're not sure what it is. This was just Moon after all. Furthermore, your previous talk about the holidays, and the random cold front, were making you eager to remedy your discomfort. 

"We'll take the hat and scarf, Moon." You reach into your pocket for your credits, "The mistletoe is pretty, but don't really have a use for it that I can think of. Hopefully you'll find someone that does though!"

Moon eagerly accepts your credits, providing you the scarf and hat moments later. "Yes, perhaps."

The conversation ends there, Sun ushering you away without even a goodbye to the vendor. 

You only realize what's happened after the fact, and shoot a look up to your Batter, slightly annoyed, "It's rude to not say anything before leaving, you know." 

Sun doesn't respond, gaze forward and face stern. He mutters something you don't quite catch. 

After a short rest in a hotel you manage to find, you're back to work. Or well, Sun is. You're just along for the ride really. But still, after every battle, he's always looking to you for your approval. 

Usually, you were very good about providing it. However, you've lately been finding yourself to be rather distracted. 

Someone, and you could take a guess as to who, had been putting mistletoe up everywhere you went. 

Usually in the typical spots you'd find the herb, hung up in doorways or archways all throughout the zone. Other times it was just, around. 

Hanging on the sides of buildings, lampposts, littering benches, tables, and so on. It seemed there was no escaping the sea of green and white you'd found yourself in. Which, you were fine with. You found the whole ordeal incredibly amusing to be honest. It also made Zone 2 feel just a little more like home, more alive, for that matter. 

One of the other members or your party however, was very, very displeased. You'd find him glaring at the plant, and occasionally snatching it up and tossing it away in some cases. 

Your Batter was also not happy about the lack of attention you'd been giving him, sometimes too busy trying to find all the hidden locations of the herb. 

What didn't help the matter was the bearer of the decorations was usually close by when you discovered more.

Typically, you would be mid-battle, and since Sun was more than capable on his own without you, your focus would wander. And sure enough, either scouring a doorway or peeking down alleys, there would be Moon. 

He would never outright say it was his doing, that would be too easy. Though he certainly enjoyed teasing you about it. Bending down low to your height, voice sly as he declared you "Something of a detective now, aren't you, Dear?"

You would do your best to tease him back, booping his mask when in range, calling this little game of his, "Silly, but fun."

"Game?" He would ask, hand on where you'd touch his face, "I've not a clue what you mean, Friend."

You laugh, "Sure. Whatever you say."

"Though, if this were a game, I'm sure there would be an easy way for you to win."

You still haven't figured out what he meant by that, try as you might. Sun usually would appear in your peripheral, battle over and gaze stern, before you could ask any further questions.

It all came to a head one time when Moon took it a step further. 

You'd once again, guilty as charged, been on the hunt for any new secret spots, and came across Moon in a side alley, leaned back against the wall, arms crossed. Expecting you, likely. 

He waves to you as you approach, pointing out the mistletoe hanging on a clothesline above his head, "You didn't even try with that one."

He shrugs, then leans down to your height. 

"Trying would imply this is my doing, and you know me, dear Player. Trying is above my paygrade." You're now eye to eye, inches apart. "And here, I thought we were friends."

Your face heats up then, for reasons you can't explain, "W-we're friends,"—you cough—"We're friends. But I'm also not a fool, do you take me for one, Moon?"

He holds your gaze, eyes flicking down momentarily at something, then back to you. Then, he shakes his head slightly, chuckling quietly. 

He stands upright again, "You should stop by my shop again soon. I have fresh wares I think you'd be keenly interested in."

You scoff, along with the mistletoe, there had been mysteriously placed signs, all advertising 'Holiday Wares' in almost as many locations.

"I just might."

And after the battle, you did. Only to find that, his stand, completely and entirely, was just mistletoe. And you don't mean he was just selling it, you mean the stand itself was decorated top to bottom in the stuff. 

The ridiculousness of it made you laugh, hand to your mouth as you tried to contain your giggles. 

However, before you can even open your mouth, Sun is leading you away, over to a secluded spot. 

Cornered in a doorway, you have no choice but to meet his gaze as he stares down at you, smile twitching. 

"Now friend, I think this has gotten a bit out of hand, don't you think?" He tilts his head. 

You shrink a little further into the doorway, "What um, what do you mean?"

His eyes narrow, "I think you know exactly what I mean."

"The mistletoe?" You ask, shrinking a little further down with an awkward laugh. "It's just a silly game Moon's playing, that's all. No harm in it."

"No harm?" Sun bends down, fully encapsulating your field of view, "He is actively trying to pursue you and distract from our mission! how is that not doing harm?"

It clicks for you then, all at once. All the closeness, the brief touches, the murmured jests and soft laughs. Moon wasn't just trying to mess with you, he'd been trying to—

"Oh." Your face grows warm then. "I see."

Something else occurs to you then. Specifically, why Sun is so vehemently protesting such a notion. Peeking up, you see there is indeed a piece of mistletoe above the two of you. You know what to do. 

"Sun, all you had to do was ask,"—you stand a little on your tiptoes, then press a quick kiss to his cheek—"I'm always happy to show my affection for you, my Batter."

He's frozen, eyes wide under the shadow of his cap. 

You laugh, "After all, what's a quick kiss among friends, right?"

He's still in a daze as you duck under him, marching over to Moon and his stand with newfound purpose. 

His head rests in both hands as he watches you approach. 

"Your little game is over, I'm afraid," You say when you arrive. 

The masked vendor tsks, "What a shame, and I was doing so well, too."

You roll your eyes, and lean in, "Uh huh, now hold still."

Moon snickers, but obeys. Just as you're about to kiss his cheek, however, he shifts, and you find yourself kissing the mouth of his mask instead. 

Unlike the kiss you gave Sun, you find that it's warm. Like, static from a tv, or something. 

He pulls away first, chucking at your gaping look. 

Before you can react, Sun's hand is on your shoulder, moving you out of the way. You expect him to start leading you somewhere else, color you surprised when he takes a swing at Moon, who quickly dodges the attack. 

You can only watch, still shocked, as your Batter chases your vendor around the area, sharing all sorts of threats about what will happen once he catches the other, who merely laughs at his attempts.

Honestly, not the worst possible outcome for this ordeal.

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Thank you to @monsteractialuna for the request! I've been going feral about your OFF au for days and this only fed further into my obession lol

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[smilingformoney]

Rickmas Day 1: December Moon

Character: Elliott Marston (Quigley Down Under) Relationships: Elliott/Mary (OC) Warnings: None

Based on In Another Life

Read on Ao3 or below:

Mary had always loved Christmas, and although living in the Outback with Elliott was far different from London, the spirit of Christmas was still the same. She had thought long and hard about what to get her husband for their first Christmas together - her first thought had been to make him something, but she always made clothes for him, and she wanted to do something a little different for Christmas. So instead, during a trip into Perth, she excused herself from him to go shopping for a gift, one which she had to hide in a crate of fabrics she’d bought in order to avoid his finding it too early.

Knowing his love for the American West, she bought him a book on American ranching. She didn’t quite understand his fascination with American culture, but she knew he’d be delighted to learn more about how to emulate their culture.

He was indeed overjoyed to open the book on Christmas Day, so much so that he began reading it that very same day. On Boxing Day, Elliott disappeared after dinner, and when Mary went looking for him, she found him behind the house, fiddling with a rope.

“What on earth are you doing out here, El? It’s freezing!”

He looked up at her and smiled.

“I’m tying a lasso,” he explained holding up the rope, which he’d tied around in on itself.

“And am I supposed to know what that is?”

“I read about it in the book you bought me. Americans use it to capture cattle.”

“Ah, of course.” Mary smiled. She knew it wouldn’t be long before he found something in that book he wanted to emulate. “How does it work?”

Elliott explained it to her, showing her how the loop would tighten to hold its target. Mary didn’t quite understand how it was any better than his current methods of controlling his cattle, but she wasn’t about to question his work, just as he never questioned hers.

He tried to demonstrate it to her, but although he managed to land the loop over the haybale he was using as target practice, as soon as he tried to tighten the hold, the knot he’d tied fell apart.

Mary giggled. “Well, you’re halfway there, darling.”

“Quiet, you,” Elliott said warningly with a cheeky wink. “We don’t want my men thinking I’m no good at this, do we?”

He began pulling the rope back towards him.

“Ah, so that’s why you’re practising by moonlight! You do realise, of course, it’d be a lot easier in sunlight?”

“Perhaps. But where’s the fun in that?”

He looped the rope around again and began tying another knot, firmer this time, and Mary knew he’d not give up until he had it perfected.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it, darling. Don’t stay up too late, will you?”

“Of course not. I’ll be there to keep you warm, don’t you worry.”

Mary smiled, kissed her husband on the cheek, and went back inside, wondering if she ought to have a look at the book herself if there were any details of the American rancher’s fashion, so she might create something for Elliott to make him look the part he admired so much.

Elliott spent days working on his lasso technique. Every evening after dinner, when the sun had gone down, his men had finished their work, and Mary was either working on her tailoring or keeping her diary up to date, Elliott would go around the back and practise with his lasso.

On New Year’s Eve, everyone at the station gathered together to ring in the New Year. Mary mostly stayed by Elliott’s side, but when she became distracted playing a game with Tommy, she realised a little before midnight that she’d lost Elliott.

Not wanting to miss out on a midnight kiss with her husband, Mary went looking amongst the men for Elliott. Kelly pointed her to the barn, but he wasn’t there; O’Flynn suggested he might be in the cellar, where he kept his whisky, but he wasn’t there either. The gathered crowd began counting down to midnight, and Mary stepped glumly down from the porch, disappointed that she couldn’t find Elliott.

As the countdown reached twenty, Mary suddenly saw a length of rope cross her vision, and she found herself pulled aside by the waist; before she could fully comprehend what was happening, she was spinning into Elliott’s arms. He caught her, laughing as she found her footing.

“Well, hello there, little lady,” he said teasingly. “Seems I caught the prettiest girl in all Australia.”

Mary saw the rope in his hands, and realised what had happened - he’d caught her in his lasso.

“It seems you have,” she giggled. “I thought you wanted to lasso cattle, not women?”

“It’s multipurpose. Now, would you entrust your husband with a kiss to start the new year?”

“Of course I will!” Mary agreed enthusiastically. She leant up on her tiptoes, and as the gathered crowd cheered in the new year, Mary’s lips met Elliott’s, and 1865 begun as they intended it to go on - her, in his arms, safe and protected from harm.

[valentine-cafe]

May I have a mango pudding, a strawberry shortcake and a tiramisu please?!?

[Afab gn reader]

May I request how they would act with their pregnant lover reader please?!?:D

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˖⁺. “ bundle of joy ” : 

﹙ hero duo x fem reader x antihero bf ﹚.𖹭 ݁

. . . verse 781 alessio, rishen & talisen x fem reader !! 🍓 : ﹙  rishen: hero ˖ moth-spider-mantis hybrid ˖ preppy nerd character ˖ talisen: poet ˖ grim reaper ˖ naga character ˖ alessio: punkgoth ˖ mercenary ˖ immortal ˖ antihero character ﹚

headcanons of when you fall pregnant with the 781 trio <3

﹙ cws ﹚: none ! | wc : 0.7k 

﹙ receipts ﹚: the trio being domestic like this is sooooo

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their first reaction would be absolute shock. pure shock

at the sudden news, talisen’s teacup fell to the floor. shattering in millions of pieces, while rishen’s eyes widened, and she was quick to sit down. hand on her chest, while taking in deep, deep breaths. confusion unmatched of that alessio was currently going through. his brain not following his processing.

after their moment of surprise, and you calling for them a few times, looking around with a frown and furrowed eyebrows. was that not okay? had you said it wrong?

“who’s is it? whi- well— no, you probably wouldn’t know.” alessio would mutter to himself, while talisen waved his hands at you reassuringly.

”baobei please do not worry, we are not mad. we never would be.” the overwhelm was still prominent in you. fortunately though, his words eased you just a bit. your arms slumping in his hands, as he gently wraps around them to pull you in for a hug.

rishen would sit and ponder still, though. which of them had made you pregnant? was it them? talisen was included from the mix completely. his reaper genes are incompatible with that of a human’s. it would either be her or alessio. he could run a test, perhaps?

they would be so happy though. over the moon and sun infact! oh, alessio, who had always wanted to have a family of his own. though being a nervous wreck about it too, would go and buy baby clothes, pacifiers and lots and lots of diapers, so that they were ready for when the baby arrived!

“i bought small picture and memory books too— so when the baby—”

talisen would start counting down the days for the birth. while he always wondered what he would be like as a father. he was still mildly intimidated by the thought in all honesty, it took reassurance from you in great amounts to make him believe he would be an amazing father. in all sorts of aspects. he could teach the bebé so much!

“i can not wait to read bedtime stories for the baby. such a simple thing, but truly, i really can not wait.”

rishen would be running the ultrasounds and checkups on you, he did not want anyone else checking on you. that was in his field and she knew what she was doing! everytime she saw the baby’s little shifts and feetsies kicking around during the scans, they couldn’t help but laugh out loud. smiling brightly at the image. he loves to feel for the baby, listen for hiccups too!

“oop— another hiccup! got too much food in there? hehe”

they will all treat you as they always has: like royalty. spoilt and made sure you feel good.

however, they are all very aware of pregnancy hormones, and are also careful around you. making sure that you are not overwhelmed, overstimulated or that you feel bad or discomforted in any way or form!

they bring you the food you like, nevermind the odd combinations it may be. and sit and eat with you as much as they can even if they’re busy.

all of them love to sit down on their knees and murmur or coo at your tummy for the baby to hear them. get accostumed to their voice.

and another thing they adore is watching you talk to the baby too, when you think you’re alone. happily mumbling to it, assuring it that it will grow up to be a kind and amazing individual. and do good in this world, they will grow up with loving parents.

alessio always comes around to help lift up your tummy to give your spine and back a break once the baby begins growing bigger. supporting it gently while you walk around as well.

rishen is the one who ushers you to the couch or bed to make you rest, telling you to lay back on chores and everything else. they all have that covered!! just eat and rest! don’t stress yourself or the baby!

talisen is the one who always makes sure that you are doing okay mentally as well, asking you how you feel about the baby, how you feel about everything. if there’s stuff you need to talk about. he wants to make sure you are in a good mindset during the entire pregnancy. if anyone hurts your feelings or wears you down, they’re gonna have to deal with him!

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Guys what if I made a zombie apocalypse au

[smtown-tourist]

Ever since Taemin came out with his own lightstick, I’ve been fantasizing about what the other SHINee members’ lightsticks would look like 🤔💎

[riddlerosehearts]

figured out how to edit the game files and combine some mods so i could try out different things with gale's earring because i have a lot of thoughts... also gale's earring should really be positioned lower but i'm having an issue with one of the mods, oh well

[springcatalyst]

thinking oc thoughts. everything comes back to milo being a storyteller

[emile-hides]

I can't find it in my screenshots so I must have forgotten to capture it but in one interaction Pearl mentions Marina had to learn the language when she arrived on the surface, which confirms that Inklings and Octarians do speak different languages which is cool and neat world building but also

During Octo Expansion did Eight. Did Eight understand anything anyone was saying? Especially Cuttlefish?

Because like you could make the argument the main language of the Deep Sea Metro is Octarian, that'd make sense, so CQ and Iso Padre would have been speaking Octarian, and Marina over the phone may also speak Octarian and translate the chat messages to Octarian for Eight, and maybe she taught Pearl some too for fun or Pearl picked it up to help Marina when she first arrived, and Tartar obviously would be set to Octarian but like

Does Cuttlefish?? Know Octarian?? Fluently enough to RAP in Octarian?? Because he responds to what other characters say, and speaks to everyone else who speak back to him, unlike Eight who never says a word or is even implied to speak which really just leads me to believe they're all speaking Inklinese

So I ask again; Does Eight understand ANYONE during Octo expansion or are they just. Going with it.

[teddybeartoji]

…… domestic mickey selfships……. i am here

ANYWAYYYY may i pls have some crumbs of: 🎬 and misu, ⛈️ and mimpo, 🎇 and jing yuan? 🥺🥺 (i don’t know if you have a selfship with him yet but the question was so perfect for him)…… i love you all. biting you kissing you >:3333

ARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the bug-eye cat is forever such a funny little creature i luv him:33333333333333

🎬 - is there a go to movie that you and your f/o watch on a movie night? do they have a favorite? who picks the movies?

PLEASEEEEEEE MISU THE FILM COUPLEEEE he's the worst . i'm gonna bite his pretentious ass. okay no but he does actually let me pick the movie EVERY time, he will tease and he will make fun of the movie i pick but then he watches it with me anyway:333333333333 (i shouldn't be happy abt this)

we rewatch a lot of things just bc i am a big Rewatcher. again, he does complain about it but he never really refuses me and yeah whataver i might be in love with him. he lets me talk his ears off about stupid movie things and he always stares at me with this fuckass fond gaze i'm going to explode anyway yeah our go-to's are just all of my favourite films<33333333333

i think his favourite movie is something boring. i'm sorry. no i am not. but then again i'm very sure that he only says it's his favourite just to irk me and he secretly enjoys the movies i show him. he does really like horror films, he likes the bloody stuff but they can't be too on the nose they still have to have a really good plot oh my god ari he's so annoying sometimesdgshadghasghdghsagh (i really fucking love him)

⛈️ - what do you do when there's bad storms? is there anything you do to comfort each other? or maybe you like to watch the storms?

HE GETS LIKE EXTRA ANNOYING WHEN IT'S STORMING OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDD he gets very very touchy and he gets trying to pull me onto his lap even though i am still doing Chores. he thinks that every storm is the perfect excuse to cuddle and to just do a movie night. he's a very smooth talker though i don't even notice him prepping the snacks and then he's suddenly got food and drinks and blankets and pillows ready and he's wiggling his eyebrows at me and i am a breath away from punching him bc why is he like this............... but i do want to watch a movie and i want to each the snacks and i do.. want to.. cuddle.. with him........................................

i'm not gonna lie he makes a TON of suggestive jokes too lmao he's very annoying. and every time i punch his chest he just goes 'OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW' and then begs me to kiss it better . .............................

🎇 - do you and your f/o have a favorite holiday to celebrate together? what is it? do you have different holidays you like celebrating?

CHRISTMASSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE ALWAYS WEARS THE CUTEST FUCKING SWEATERS ARI I LOVE HIMM:(((((((( they're always turtlenecks too btw..................... anyway he loves peeling mandarins for me:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( and i love making him hot chocolate i'm sorry i just realized the difference between this paragraphs and all of the other onesahgdhgsaghdsaghgh jing yuan is my darling husband and suguru and sampo are evil awful guys (who i still very much love)

ANYWAY he loves going christmas tree shopping he loves going on walks he loves watching me do snow angels. he's always so warm and so he ALWAYSSS warms my hands and he does the fixing my scarf thing which makes my knees weak. he makes sure i'm all bundled up and then kisses my foreheadOH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD i'm fine. btw i think he'd really love spending the winters here in estonia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! we have a christmas market going on and it's a really cute thing and yeah i think he'd want to visit that and he'd want to buy himself a pair of gloves and he wants to drink the mulled wine. we go ice skating a lot too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's so fucking good at it btw he looks so graceful i'm in love with him

selfship asks!

[teethbomb]

mob psycho(logical horror) 100

[socksandbuttons]

WAIT swap sun